I watch my mate from a distance. She wimpers next to my corpse. Hot blood still flows from the gunshot wound that stopped my heart. I watch my mate sniff once, twice, then wimper again. I throw back my head and unleash a howl that she cannot hear. […]
4/23/19: returning to an old neighborhood Webber Park house the stump of the apple tree still in the backyard I remember the adage, “you can’t go home again.” #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019
4/23/19: yearly scampering squirrels — our yearly dental visit this afternoon #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 23/30
4/22/19: egg moon cloud-covered egg moonand yet such greeneryfollowing the rainhow could I hope to exchangeone sight for the other? #tanka #micropoetry #poetry #NaPoWriMo2019 #GloPoWriMo2019
Oh, Alisaka, That I could rise to the heights of your cranes. But I am earthbound, and my words can only marvel at your deft brushstrokes. mountain mists fledglings at their mother’s side for so many years this relic of college days still hanging for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 